Working nights meant I was in slumberville when my Motorola flip phone began ringing at 8:45 in the morning. No one calls me that early. I’ve always told my friends that if God wanted me to see the sunrise, he would’ve made it happen about noon.
Another call prompted me to actually answer. Before I could even say hello, the person said, “Turn on the news, now!” and hung up. It was Tuesday morning, …
